It was beauty that I saw,
One defined creature, lust to blame.
Aphrodite’s love had no shame.
I loved ‘til my heart beat raw.
Kindled flame, fanned in awe.
A curious form without a fault.
Love’s blind deceit, lead my heart astray.
My soul died a little that day.
Lovers leave, a pillar of salt.
Perfect beauty came to halt.
Lovel’s Song
by, Ben Johnson
It was a beauty that I saw,
So pure, so perfect, as the frame
Of all the universe was lame,
To that one figure, could I draw,
Or give least line of it a law!
A skein of silk without a knot!
A fair march made without a halt!
A curios form without a fault!
A printed book without a blot!
All beauty, and without a spot!
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